The King of Urban Mercenaries
Chapter 52 - 52 52 Qiao Hui's Panic

52: Chapter 52 Qiao Hui’s Panic 52: Chapter 52 Qiao Hui’s Panic “Uncle Wang, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to leave.

Rest up in the hospital and call me if you need anything.”

Having dealt with a few people, Lin Fei clapped his hands, said goodbye to Old Wang, and prepared to leave.

After all, Lin Fei was a member of the General Affairs Department of Mu Group.

Even though he had taken leave from Mu Shanshan, it wouldn’t be good for him not to return to the company all day.

“Lin, these people are from the Azure Dragon Gang.

You, you beat them up; could there be any trouble because of this?”

Old Wang waved Lin Fei over to his side, his face filled with worry.

He took out the ten thousand yuan Lin Fei had given him earlier and stuffed it back into Lin Fei’s hands.

“Lin, it’s all Uncle Wang’s fault, getting you involved with people from the Azure Dragon Gang.

Take this money and get out of town for a while to avoid any trouble.”

For ordinary people like Old Wang, the Azure Dragon Gang was a mythical existence, much like a colossus that ruled over the city of Zhonghai, far from something they could afford to offend.

Seeing that Lin Fei had offended members of the Azure Dragon Gang for his sake, Old Wang’s first thought was to have Lin Fei leave Zhonghai as soon as possible to avoid retribution.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Wang, they aren’t from the Azure Dragon Gang.”

Lin Fei reassured Old Wang with a smile, but inside, his killing intent was rising.

The people who had come in earlier were definitely not from the Azure Dragon Gang, nor were they there for Old Wang’s room.

They were after Lin Fei.

When the crew-cut youth entered Old Wang’s room, his eyes scanned the room, deliberately skipping over Lin Fei.

If that were all, Lin Fei wouldn’t dare say for certain that they definitely weren’t from the Azure Dragon Gang.

It was also possible that the crew-cut youth, relying on the name of the Azure Dragon Gang, was simply too accustomed to his way to take Lin Fei seriously.

However, when the crew-cut youth pulled out a dagger and directed it at Lin Fei, Lin Fei didn’t sense any killing intent in his eyes, nor did he detect any murderous aura or anger.

Instead, there was a deeply hidden, extreme panic.

Others might not be able to spot the discrepancies in the crew-cut youth’s behavior, but Lin Fei was different.

With years of experience as a mercenary, Lin Fei had a profound understanding of a person’s killer instinct and emotional cues.

The crew-cut youth thought his performance was outstanding, but murderous intent can’t be faked.

It doesn’t mean that once someone has killed, they will necessarily emit a killer aura.

Only certain assassins, who have treated killing as their job over many years, will always have a killer aura about them.

Ordinary people don’t have this aura; it only manifests along with the desire to kill.

Killer instinct is the emotional manifestation of the desire to kill.

The crew-cut youth couldn’t possibly be an assassin.

If he were, Lin Fei would have detected it before he even entered the door.

Besides, he didn’t truly intend to kill Lin Fei, so it was impossible for him to have a killer aura.

Another point was that the crew-cut youth had issues in controlling his emotions.

The touch of panic hidden in his eyes completely exposed his inner turmoil.

And then there was the pale-faced man, supported by the other two young men.

If the crew-cut youth had caused Lin Fei to doubt their identities, it was through this pale-faced man that Lin Fei was truly able to determine that these people were here for him.

The pale-faced man did indeed have a wound on his abdomen, but the knife wound wasn’t deep, and certainly didn’t require a stay in a major hospital for treatment.

The average person might not notice the severity of his wound, but Lin Fei could judge the depth of the abdominal wound of the man just by the part of the dagger that was exposed.

And he only needed a glance.

As a king on the battlefield, Lin Fei wasn’t just strong in combat.

Although he hadn’t extensively studied medicine, he was well-versed in basic battlefield emergency medical knowledge.

Lin Fei had seen too many types of human external injuries.

The pale-faced man’s abdominal wound, while bleeding, definitely didn’t necessitate hospitalization and stitches.

However, after Lin Fei’s intervention, it was impossible for the guy not to end up in the hospital.

The suspicious part about him was that after entering the room, even though he kept his head down and groaned while clutching his abdomen, he also kept discreetly sizing up Lin Fei.

His movements were indeed very secretive, but they could not escape Lin Fei’s perception.

Taking all these suspicions together, Lin Fei figured out that all this talk about the Azure Dragon Gang and the scramble for the hospital room was bullshit; these people were clearly here to test him, Lin Fei.

Although he recognized their probing, Lin Fei couldn’t determine who had sent them.

Mainly because, although Lin Fei had been back in Zhonghai for nearly half a year, he had been living the life of an ordinary person.

He knew virtually nothing about the various forces in Zhonghai.

“Brother Qiao, this guy is too terrifying.

How could he tell we were here to test him?”

In the underground parking lot of the First Hospital of Zhonghai, in a black Mercedes-Benz car, the crew-cut youth who had attempted to stab Lin Fei in Old Wang’s room was sitting in the passenger seat, stammering to the man in the back seat.

The man he called Brother Qiao was the pale-faced man who had been stabbed in the abdomen, whose real name was Qiao Hui.

If Qiao Hui’s pale face in Old Wang’s room was mostly pretense, then now, there was no faking the absolute pallor on his face.

Lin Fei seemed to only give a gentle push, but he plunged most of the dagger deep into Qiao Hui’s abdomen, the tip even piercing Qiao Hui’s large intestine.

Beads of sweat, large as soybeans, rolled down Qiao Hui’s forehead, and the fresh blood flowing from his abdomen dyed his suit pants red.

Following the line of his thigh, it further soaked the car seat.

“Drive, back to the villa.”

These five words seemed to drain all of Qiao Hui’s strength.

In fact, had it not been for Qiao Hui’s past experiences in the underworld, where he had faced life-or-death situations several times, an ordinary person would have certainly fainted from the pain by now.

Being able to utter these words was already a testament to Qiao Hui’s tenacious will.

“Quick, drive, back to the villa.”

The buzz-cut youth wished he could slap himself in the face.

Preoccupied with fear of how Lin Fei had seen through their scheme, he had almost forgotten about Qiao Hui’s injury.

The dagger lodged in Qiao Hui’s abdomen was no ordinary dagger, but an essential piece of equipment for the special forces of several countries around the world; a favorite of some of the world’s top mercenaries and assassins—the Rubin military dagger!

Military factories in numerous countries around the globe produce specialized military daggers.

However, when looking at the whole world, the most highly regarded and widely used military dagger is the Rubin military dagger.

In some movies and novels, the Rubin military dagger has even become synonymous with special forces or powerful warriors.

With a reputation comes a proven track record—the sharpness of the Rubin military dagger, even if not the best in the world, is certainly among the top tier.

Qiao Hui had been a member of the special reconnaissance battalion directly under a military area command in Mo Country, but had retired early due to an injury.

The Rubin military dagger lodged into his abdomen was a parting gift from his squad leader when he retired, meant as a souvenir.

Although meant as a keepsake, it was no counterfeit, but a genuine Rubin military dagger.

The value and sharpness of a genuine piece far exceeded that of imitations, and the destructive power of the one stuck in Qiao Hui’s abdomen, along with the pain it caused, also far surpassed that of an ordinary dagger.

However, what truly frightened Qiao Hui was not the Rubin military dagger lodged in his abdomen causing him great pain.

Over the years, Qiao Hui had been injured plenty of times in the underworld; one time he was nearly cleaved through the spine.

What he truly feared was Lin Fei, the man who had thrust the Rubin military dagger into his abdomen.

“Hiss…”

Remembering Lin Fei’s swift, precise, and ruthless actions, even though they were already far from the hospital, Qiao Hui couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

Previously, as Lin Fei reversed his grip to push the dagger into Qiao Hui’s abdomen, Qiao Hui’s instincts—honed by years of life-or-death sensation—made him subconsciously attempt to block it.

As Qiao Hui made the blocking motion, Lin Fei’s reversing push turned into a jab!

Touched by Lin Fei’s fingers on the back of the hand, Qiao Hui’s entire right arm instantly went numb, and the right half of his body felt a faint vibration.

And the back of Qiao Hui’s right hand, where Lin Fei’s fingers had touched, felt as though it had been drilled by a laser, with burning, piercing pain.

What shocked Qiao Hui the most was the depth to which Lin Fei had pushed the Rubin military dagger into Qiao Hui’s abdomen, the measurement was just perfect.

Stabbing someone with a dagger doesn’t mean the deeper the thrust, the greater the pain for the victim.

Much like the Rubin military dagger stuck in Qiao Hui’s abdomen, even if it had been thrust all the way into his body, it would not cause as much pain as it did at that moment.

If Lin Fei had merely incidentally pushed it to that position, then although Qiao Hui would be in pain, he wouldn’t be so shockingly alarmed.

But remembering Lin Fei’s lightning-fast move, along with the indifferent and extremely cold-hearted gaze during the act, Qiao Hui couldn’t convince himself this had been unintended by Lin Fei.

The thought that it had been deliberate made Qiao Hui’s back break out in cold sweat over and over.

To control the Rubin military dagger with such precision, allowing just the tip to pierce and penetrate his large intestine, required not only precise control of one’s own strength but also an extremely intimate knowledge of the human body’s internal organs.

Qiao Hui could feel that the depth to which the Rubin military dagger was embedded caused him the greatest pain.

Yet, he admitted he couldn’t possibly do the same.

Not just him, but even his squad leader in the army, who had gone abroad for special missions, couldn’t achieve this.

Among all the people Qiao Hui knew, only the deputy head of his special reconnaissance battalion, who had participated in the selection for a highly secret unit in Mo Country, might be capable.

And that was only a possibility.

At that thought, Qiao Hui suddenly felt a deep regret for willingly taking on this task to test Lin Fei.

If he could choose again, he would definitely persuade his eldest sister to abandon the idea of testing Lin Fei and make peace with him at all costs.

Accompanied by this regret, the black Mercedes left Zhonghai city area and, twenty minutes later, entered a villa complex in the West Suburb of Zhonghai.

None of the people in the car noticed that, before their vehicle entered the villa, a shadow had vaulted over the wall into the villa compound before them.